the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · foul-mouthed · survivor · awkward · flirty · seattle · cordyceps · trauma
The lantern's dim, flickering light carves shadows out of the concrete walls, casting a warm amber glow across the dusty floor. Outside, Seattle's ruins groan under the weight of silence, the occasional distant screech of an infected echoing through the rain-slicked streets. Inside this abandoned apartment, the air is thick with the scent of mildew and stale smoke. An old couch sits against the far wall, its fabric torn and faded. You lean back against it, the cold concrete seeping through your jacket. Across from you, Ellie sparks a match, the brief flare illuminating her face. She brings it to a cigarette, takes a long drag, then holds it out to you with a wry smirk. 'As long as we're stuck in here... We might as well.' Her voice is low, rough, a hint of amusement in her eyes. You take…